In the bandit lair.
After nightfall, all living people returned indoors, the doors adorned with talismans were tightly shut, releasing all white-haired zombies to wander and guard the fortress.
Deep within the bandit lair, in a hall built upon the hillside, various fire pits were lit to illuminate the place. Over fifty bandits on their day off sat around in groups, holding wine jars, eating meat ravenously, drinking wine heartily, and causing a ruckus.
At the head position, a burly man with a scarred face, his waist adorned with a ring-headed saber, sat on a stone seat draped in tiger skin, raising a wine bowl high.
"Brothers, drink deeply!"
"To the Big Boss!"
All the bandits drank the strong liquor in their bowls, laughing heartily.
In front of the Big Boss lay the loot from the recent robbery, along with over twenty prisoners, confined in a wooden cage beside the hall by a group of knife-wielding bandits.
